Freestyle blogging

Now just so everyone knows, I typically write a little "draft blog" before I acutally post it.  Then I read it over several times - correct all the spelling errors and missed words (I am both a speedy thinker and typer - resulting in many missed words) and then I root around on the internet for funny images to go with my story and voila!  Tonight, I am freestyling it!  That's right.  I have no idea what to write and I do not intend to proof read it.  Living on the edge.  That's me. 

So, as I sit here pondering what to blog about my husband is laughing to himself while reading ridiculous things on the internet.  Did you know there's a Facebook fan page entitled, "I don't get drunk, I get awesome."?  And why are there so many action shots of people vomitting?  Who posts this stuff?  And why do men find it so funny?  There is also an inordinately large amount of videos devoted to women attempting to eating a teaspoon of cinnamon.  Seriously.  Google it.  It's wierd.

Although I do not have any children of my own, like most people in their thirities I find myself trolling through the children's clothing department at least six times per year, looking for "cute" outfits for the children of my family and friends.  I had such an excursion this afternoon and it occured to me that children's clothing is sized by age, whereas adult clothing is sized by size.  Five year old boys all where size five pants.  The same cannot be said for 31 year old women.  For more insight into my thoughts on pants' sizes, please see my pants blog.  In summary, I hate pants.

While I would love to sit here and contemplate more random crap to entertain you with, I really must get some sleep.  I am off to a five year old's birthday party tomorrow and that's going to require a lot of sleep, patience, caffiene and if all else fails, two ativan and glass of wine.